In the moral welfare, which you are to wage - and, indeed, in the whole conduct of your lives - you cannot choose a better example than myself, who have never permitted the dust, and sultry atmosphere, the turbulence and manifold disquietudes of the world around me, to reach that deep, calm well of purity, which may be called my soul. And whenever I pour out that soul, it is to cool earth’s fever, or cleanse its stains.
“A Rill From the Town-Pump”
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Besides the rosh-bush, she had observed several other species of flowers, growing there in a wilderness of neglect, and obstructing one another’s development (as is often the parallel case in human society) by their uneducated entanglement and confusion.
The House of the Seven Gables